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my body is a battle ground (Lyric) by roses are read my body is a battle ground i call myself desert storm and
9-11, hoping that with names like that that maybe one side can win
but neither does, so i twist deeper into myself and feel
my blood cells swirling though the oxygen i am an owl hidden
in the night with jewel eyes/buried in a treasure chest
from a pirate who had a girl who loved him, but all he
saw was the sea, and it was filled with dead girls, who
had jumped in to try and find what he was searching
for/they went down and found eyes like jewels, buried in
a treasure chest and i can't find my way from inside
the treasure chest
so for now my body is a battle ground i call myself desert storm and 9-
11, hoping that with names like that that
maybe one side can win
my body is a battle ground
a battle ground
i am fighting
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Posted: May 19, 2002 5:08 PM PDT; Last modified: May 19, 2002 5:08 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.329863 Overall Rank: 13080 Comments:
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necroscope7 @ 198.85.192.129
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11-Jun-02/10:48 AM
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Comparing Desert Storm with 9-11 is like comparing Vietnam with WWII. Desert Storm and Vietnam really had nothing to do with the American people other than trying to maintain our oil supplies, but WWII and the fighting after 9-11 are both, for America, anyway, wars fought to get revenge for and try to avert future large disaters visited upon the American people. What they have to do at all with the entire middle section of the poem I cannot personally comprehend.
That longest second stanza is interesting but needs reworking, the rest should be thrown-out. Stick to the middle bit.
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